Can’t Win Me Back

"Lyse, you're finally awake!" Jameson held Alyssa's soft hands tightly as he caressed and kissed them longingly.

He had been so anxious that he was on the brink of tears.

"You've been sleeping for 24 hours.

You really scared me to death.

I was afraid that you were unwell! "T got a doctor to come over while you were asleep and got you injected with glucose.

You can't keep going on without food.

No matter how much you hate me, you shouldn't torture yourself.

Is it even worth it this way?" As a doctor, Alyssa knew she couldn't hold up much longer.

This bastard, Jameson, was right.

Even if she wanted to kill him, she needed to gather enough strength to do so.

"I'm craving meat," Alyssa uttered without looking at him.

After five days, Jameson finally invoked a normal response from her.

The quiver in his eyes reflected the joy within him.

"Sure...

the kitchen staff prepare

It'll be ready soon.

hour later, the kitchen staff prepared

helpers pushed her into the bathroom

up, groomed

face when she

her cheeks were still sunken,

was deep and

forward, leaned down, and put his arms around her waist to pick her

held her tightly in his arms, a look of hatred flashed

limbs were devoid of any strength to

her carefully to

dining table, he sat her on his lap and continued

even care that his straightened suit was all

mobility is

feed you." Looking at her tenderly and affectionately, Jameson cut the steak into small pieces

on Rose Island knew Jameson's patience was reserved for

her moistened

she

in her eyes had faded, replaced by an emptiness, a darkness that mirrored still

fingers grazing her cheek, his eyes

well so that you'll look good in your wedding dress when you're

when she thought about that drug that could wipe memories

to be overly resistant against Jameson's idea of wanting